Yep, I made a frutiger aero soft soap alien… 💧🐠🤍🫧🧼

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Yep, I made a frutiger aero soft soap alien… 💧🐠🤍🫧🧼
Soft soap with the toys inside stimboard
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*This was a request!
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At some point Soap starts to just walk in Ghost's room. He knocks, but never waits for Ghost to answer him, he just barges in. At first Ghost was annoyed to no believe, but with time he got used to it. He doesn't even acknowledges Soap after he enters anymore, he recognizes his steps in the hall, so he knows it's just Johnny.
One time Soap walks in, already talking about what happened to him today, while Ghost sits at his desk doing paperwork, not even bothered. Soap sits on Ghost's bed and talks about his day, about how his training went, about the call he had with his mom, about a Taco recipe from Rudy. At some point he stops.
"And what after you chopped the onion?" Asked Simon, not rising his eyes from papers.
"Oh, ye are listening?" Soap perked up.
"Mhm.." Ghost nodded.
"I just thought I should stop talking"
"Don't. It's soothing."
Soap smiled widely and continued on with the recipe.
ghost, who gets on one knee to unstrap your heels and massage your sore feet and aching legs
soap, who runs you a warm bath with your favorite scented salts and sprinkles of white roses
price, who pats you dry when you’re done and dresses you in a pair of soft, comfy pajamas
gaz, who combs through your damp hair and does your facial routine for you, resting your head on a pillow as he tends to your delicate features
Simon flinched as Soaps hands came up to cup his exposed cheeks, fingers running reverently along the scars that pulled and twisted his face into something monstrous. How could Johnny touch them so when Simon himself couldn't even bear to look at them without feeling disgusted.
"Yer a bonnie lad Si," Soap breathed in awe, categorizing every freckle, scar and wrinkle. Each mark was a story, each scar proof that Simon fought and survived…
"Don't lie to me Johnny, not you, please." Simon whispered brokenly, eyes still cast down, unable to lift them to see the disgust that was surely there. "You were right the first time, my face is ug…"
"Stop, look at me." Soap interrupted, fingers pressing firm against Simon's jaw to tilt up, blue eyes locking on brown. "I never lie to you Simon, not about this. There's nothing about you that's ugly, I love every mark and scar you bear because it means you're still here with me."
Disbelief still shone in Simon's eyes and Soap couldn't help but feel his heart crack a little more. "Tell me mo chridhe, do you find me ugly with the scars I bear?"
"NO Johnny! Never!" Simon forced out, eyes wide in desperation to show Johnny he meant every word. That he didn't believe that.
Soap smiled softly, thumb running across the scar that bisected Simon's top lip. "Then tell me my love, what makes you think I'd find you any less handsome because of yours?"
Oh my god what if! Instead of usual brooding Ghost who doesn’t change much from how he usually is unless they’re behind closed doors. We get a Ghost who turns into a literal puppy?
Like it’s not the full on shabang of a puppy but it’s like the subtle or quiet little actions of a puppy.
He sees Johnny walk into literally any room he’s in? He locks onto the man and perks up from wherever he is. He hears Johnny’s voice somewhere nearby? He trails after it until he finds the man and then hangs around.
And don’t even get me started on how he’s like when they’ve got actual privacy. The man is surprisingly clingy and always wants attention and just general affection. Soap’s fine with it. Fucking adores giving it to Simon whenever the hell he asks for it.
Simon trails him all over when he’s up and doing something. Even if it’s something as simple as washing his face Simon’s in the door and watching him, waiting patiently for him to finish so he can start hugging him again.
The man still doesn’t talk much, but Johnny can see the ears perked on his head and tail wagging behind him whenever Johnny’s giving him attention. And it’s the cutest fucking thing he’s ever seen.